Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 891

Michael stood frozen for several seconds, his face burning with anger and humiliation. He clenched his jaw and spat out, “You brought this on yourself.”

Everyone else at the party quickly stepped aside. They all knew what it meant when Michael got serious.

A dozen bodyguards rushed in from outside, surrounding Clara so tightly that she was boxed in.

Michael’s smug grin grew wider. After all his years with the Ferguson family, nothing had felt as satisfying as this moment.

The guests started whispering among themselves, eyes wide as they watched the drama unfold.

Everyone knew the latest gossip about the Fergusons. For Michael to come after Clara like this, it almost confirmed that Dylan really was out of the picture—otherwise, Michael would never have dared.

Michael lifted a hand, signaling to his men. “Take her. I want her in my bed tonight.”

No one tried to stop him. They were all waiting to see what would happen next, like it was the main event.

Michael was sure he was about to be the star of the night. But the moment his bodyguards got close, Clara moved.

She moved like something out of a movie—light and quick, her steps almost dancing, but every blow she landed was sharp and merciless.

In less than five minutes, every single bodyguard was sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

Michael stared, completely stunned, as if he was seeing things.

Did Clara just take out a dozen men by herself?

He actually rubbed his eyes, his face going pale.

The entire ballroom was dead silent. Nobody dared to breathe.

Somewhere, a wine glass slipped from someone’s hand and shattered, and then came the sound of more glasses hitting the floor.

Clara had always been the talk of the town—first for her hopeless crushes, then for her rumored thing with Dylan—but no one ever imagined she could fight like this.

Clara strode right up to Michael, lifted her leg, and kicked him so hard he flew backwards.

Pain exploded in his stomach, and he hit the floor, white as a sheet.

“You’re not Clara! Who are you? You must be possessed or something! There’s no way—no way a woman could fight like that!”

Impossible. Just impossible.

Clara stepped forward and kicked him right in the face.

His cheek swelled up instantly, and a tooth flew out of his mouth.

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